When to us nineteen, we do not think that a girl that we kiss today, maybe, is only from the whole world able to be dragged as far as to the heart, warm him and take away - unnoticed, inexorably. We leave, looking over-the-horizon, not looking around, not doubting, sure that there, in the future, we are waited by new victories and performing, beautiful women and success. But only this girl from yesterday, from a tiny wretched city does not stop to live in our heart, and has no value, how many will pass years - nothing will change. She will be there. But already not my.Contains an unprintable bad language.